Roads, these roads are clad in smoke Your talks are drifting past like trains Now I'm gone astray in here Where tired walls are chattering:: Don't stay! Don't stay!
. and all the ones around me are fainting shapes again Fear has shut away your dreams You walk towards a smokescreen, fretful tool
I start to sing a song about the cat with the silvery paws She plays with starry blades of grass and dreams her little life away I wonder where I am
But you just say I'd think too much Maybe you're right - who will ever know?.
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